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feral piglets

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Tonight I went out for a bit of a walk to burn off some stress and to finally mail a letter that I've been trying to send for some time. It turned out to be a 4-5km trek, which was more than I'd planned on, and in my rush to get home I managed to get myself lost, stuck up the laneway to a temple in a small valley in a spot near here where two rivers cross. While there I was startled by the sound of an animal crashing around. I just glimpsed a small spotted critter that was obviously moving on its toes. I wondered if it might have been a baby deer, but then ten minutes later I saw another and was pretty sure from its behavior that they were wild boar. Which doesn't make a lot of sense in a city of 40 million, so I'm amending my estimation to "feral piglets".